An alternative fate

An alternative fate


Once Anakin was dried and in a clean and dry set of Underwear he was placed back in the clean and dry bed. He lay between Obi-wan’s legs and rested against his chest. It was only a matter of an hour or so, if Moira calculated correctly, and she hadn’t been wrong yet.

Anakin was in agony he had never known anything like it in his entire life, having his arm hacked off my Dooku’s lightsabre blade had been child’s play compared to this. This was torture, how in all sith’s hells did women endure this hellish punishment; yeah that’s what it felt like to Anakin a horrifying punishment. And for force sakes, most women did this more then once, shit they must be gluten for pain, this was atrocious.

The contractions were finally coming every five minutes, and Anakin was ready to die, he’d had it, he’d had enough, he wanted no more part in this.

Anakin screamed and mentally cursed Obi-wan foully, even in his current state he still refused point blank to curse in front of his mother and Moira, and any other female.

He sent Obi-wan a mental image of him castrating him and feeding his privates to an Acklay, the same lethal green spider like creature Obi-wan had fought on Geonosis.

Obi-wan looked at his husband in horror he choked out in horror as he asked “an Acklay, why in all hells sith’s must it be an Acklay?” Moira and Shmi eyed Obi-wan as if he’d gone stark raven mad.

Anakin snarled “what, the Acklay not good enough for you? Would you much rather I castrated you and fed your private parts to a Reek master?”(The Reek was the creature Anakin fought on Geonosis) Anakin had not called Obi-wan master since after he had been knighted.

It suddenly dawned on the women what was happening and they had to smother their mirth. Anakin was cursing at Obi-wan over the link they shared instead of doing it in front of them. They both grimaced at the mental picture that suddenly came to mind. Erg that was one seriously, cringe, worthy image.

Anakin screamed and dripped the sheet to hard with his mechanical hand, naturally the sheet shredded, and the sound echoed around the room. Anakin linked to Obi-wan ~oops what a pity that wasn’t your private parts huh? ~

Obi-wan swallowed and shifted uncomfortably at the mere thought and eyed Anakin’s right hand dubiously. Anakin mentally crowed in triumph over the way his husband was shifting uncomfortably, good why the hell should he be the only one to be uncomfortable?

Twenty minutes later and a whole lot of screaming and mentally cursing his husband, Anakin was informed by Moira that she was going to need to get him into the other room as she was ready to operation, that the babies were ready to make their presence known.

Anakin sobbed in relief as he was carefully lifted and helped into the living room by Obi-wan who placed him on the operating table where Moira had told him to. Then Moira insisted Obi-wan were to go next door and send Dorme and Sabe to her. And he was to stay with the children.

After Obi-wan had left Dorme and Sabe arrived less then five minutes later. By then Moira had given Anakin an ejection to numb him and knock him out while she cut open his stomach to get the quadruplets out.

It took her five minutes to cut across Anakin’s stomach enough to get the first baby out. She cut the cord holding the baby to Anakin. She past the baby to Shmi, it was a little boy with evidentially Anakin’s bright blond locks and features.

Less then a minute later Moira reached inside and removed the second baby, it this time was a little girl with Obi-wan’s golden reddish hair, and a female version of Anakin. She was past to Dorme, after the second cord had been cut. A minute later, came the third of the quadruplets, another little boy, who this time had Obi-wan’s hair and Obi-wan’s features.

And finally after another minute, while the women were busy cleaning up the first three of four, the fourth and youngest of the quadruplets was born, it was another girl, but she had Anakin’s hair this time, with Obi-wan’s features.

After the last cord was cut, the little one was passed to Shmi who was beaming at her beautiful grandchildren. She was absolutely thrilled that they were a gorgeous combination of both of their fathers.

Moira then spent the next fifteen minutes stitching Anakin up and placing a medical dressing over the freshly sewn wound. Luckily for Anakin he would not have to endure the pain in a month’s time of having said stitches removed, they would dissolve by them selves with in four weeks.

Ten minutes later after Anakin had been cleaned up and was starting to come around, but was still very much out of it, but thankfully still numb. Obi-wan, was invited back in and he brought the children with him this time around.

Very gently Obi-wan had lifted and lovingly cradled Anakin in his arms as he carried him back to his freshly cleaned bed, mindful of his stitches. Obi-wan tenderly settled Anakin onto the mattress, before carefully placing the blankets over Anakin as far as his waist, not wanting him to catch a chill in the newly made wound, and infect it.

Once settled Moira came in carrying the eldest. She was followed by Shmi who was carrying the youngest. Dorme came next with the third eldest, then lastly Sabe entered with the second eldest.

Luke and Leia were eyeing their new baby brothers and sisters in awe. They had never seen another person look so tiny before. Sirius was pretty much in the same state, he too had never seen such a tiny person before.

They were seated around the bed, while Anakin lay happily but tiredly propped up against his pillows, while Obi-wan sat on the edge of the bed beside Anakin.

Moira carefully placed the buddle in her arms into the left hand side of Anakin’s arm, where he the eldest was lovingly cradled. Then Dorme stepped forward and placed her buddle in Obi-wan’s right arm, where she the third eldest too was cradled tenderly.

And Shmi followed suit and placed the youngest and second daughter in the cradle of Anakin’s right arm. And finally the third eldest and second boy was placed in the cradle of Obi-wan’s left arm. Anakin and Obi-wan looked at each other lovingly as they tenderly gazed at the new editions to their family.

Moira asked “so which of these precious little ones are going to get which of the names you chosen?” Anakin spoke up first “well, seeing as we decided I would name the boys, I want to call the eldest Kaden Skywalker-Kenobi.”

He continued at Obi-wan’s smile of encouragement “the third eldest so I was told when I first came around, I want to give him a name sake with some great meaning, so our second son shall be named Qui-Gon Skywalker-Kenobi. He is after all the reason Obi-wan and I found each other, and if we hadn’t then these four little ones would have never been.”

Obi-wan added “we decided I would name our daughters if we were to have any, and thankfully we were blessed with two of them. And we also decided their last names would be Skywalker-Kenobi.

Ani had originally thought it better to have it arranged as Kenobi-Skywalker, but I felt it should be other wise, as it was after all Ani whom suffered through all that morning sickness, mood swings and back aches swollen ankles, and he was the one who spent the last almost nine months physically bonding with them and nurturing them.”

He added “so I would like to name our second eldest and oldest daughter Padme Skywalker-Kenobi, as I seriously feel the world needs another Padme.”

Anakin gasped and eyed Obi-wan lovingly with tears in his eyes. Obi-wan chuckled “what? You did the same thing for me, by naming our eldest son Qui-Gon after my late master and my first love, so naturally I’m going to return the favour by naming our eldest daughter after an incredible women and your first love.”

He added “and now finally I want to name our youngest daughter Shmi Skywalker-Kenobi, in honour of her grandmother, and my incredible mother in law.”

Shmi beamed at her son in law, with tears in her eyes and told him “thank you, that’s the greatest gift you could have ever given me, after returning my son to me.”